Today is Also a Mudslide That Crosses the World

Should he go back and beat himself up when he taught Little Xingxing the word pervert?

Not getting the expected response, Xing Yun lowered her eyes and looked at the small porcelain white medicine bottle in her hand.

I want to be praised by my master.

At this time, master, he should have finished dealing with the matter at hand.

She just glanced at it quietly.

If Master has something to do, she will come back and continue to practice!

Thinking of this, Xing Yun immediately got up and ran to Jiyue's room.

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"Master?"

The room was pitch black, Xing Yun called softly.

She felt that she might not have come at the right time.

Master may be asleep.

Hanging her head, Xing Yun was a little disappointed, Xiao Zhu suddenly said in her mind:

"Cultivators above Jindan generally don't need to rest. The old fox may be practicing."

"Master is not old."

She retorted softly in her head.

Master is only twenty-nine years old this year, and he can be called the youngest generation of Nascent Soul cultivators.

Xingyun listlessly pushed open the door of the medicine garden, wanting to go to the wisteria flower pavilion to stay for a while.

In the starry night sky, from time to time, a few bright meteors with small shiny tails flashed across. The medicine garden was peaceful, and there were small fireflies carrying lanterns everywhere, which complemented the night sky.

Every flower and plant here seems to be shrouded in a hazy halo, like a dream.

A butterfly with glittering and shining wings stopped in front of Xing Yun's eyes.

After a while, the butterfly flapped its wings and flew forward.

"It seems to want to express something, follow up and have a look."

Xing Yun responded, and followed with short legs.

The medicine garden is huge, and Xing Yun has already understood it.

Through the winding bluestone path, Xing Yun came to a sea of ​​purple flowers.

The butterfly stopped in mid-air, glanced at Xing Yun, turned around and flew away.

Xing Yun waved at the figure of the butterfly.

"This is lavender, which is usually used to soothe the nerves."

Small candle kindly said popular science.

Xing Yun blinked her eyes, stared at a vacancy in the center of the sea of ​​flowers for a few seconds, carefully pushed aside the lavender with her little hands and walked towards the center.

"Hold the grass!"

The small candle in his mind let out a surprise.

"What's wrong? What did you find?"

Xing Yun didn't know where she was, she just walked straight forward.

The lavender is growing very well, and Xing Yun can't see around if she doesn't tiptoe.

The strong fragrance is tangy, and Xingyun even feels a little drowsy.

Xiaozhu's sudden silence made Xingyun panic for no reason.

Her small face froze slightly, she bit her lip, and stretched out her hand to pinch her own little arm like a lotus root.

Her brain became clearer, Xing Yun quickened her pace, and finally saw colors other than purple.

Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, Xing Yun's little heart that had just landed suddenly lifted up again.

In a small open space in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, there is a rosewood bed with fluttering curtains.

While the curtain was rising and falling, Xing Yun saw the person lying on the bed.

It is Master.

Although Master's sleeping face looked normal, Xing Yun felt uneasy.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Xing Yun asked in a low voice in a daze in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Hearing the fear and worry hidden in the little girl's words, Xiao Zhu lost her usual idleness and said in a serious voice:

"The breath is very weak, but"

Before she finished speaking, the little girl rushed to the bedside, bit her lips tightly, her chest rose and fell more frequently, her breathing was disordered, and she seemed anxious.

A layer of mist formed in his big eyes, but he stubbornly didn't let it fall.